But the words “can’t afford” pierced Michael’s fragile pride like nails.
He slammed the table, roaring:
“Bullshit! Who on earth could I not afford to offend?”
“Sophia, get this straight—I’m Michael Reed, Regional Vice President of Horizon Corporation in the Midwest Region!”
“Who in both corporate and underground circles wouldn’t give me respect? Who could I possibly not afford to offend?”
“Go ahead, tell me—if you don’t name these so-called lovers today, I’ll lock you up and see how you sneak off again.”
I staggered back in horror.
“Michael Reed, are you insane? This is illegal confinement.”
“Illegal? Around here, what I say is the law.”
He closed in, eyes fierce.
“Unless you admit to cheating, sign the divorce papers, and walk away with nothing, you’re not leaving.”
I understood then.
The spying, the intimidation—all of it was because he was afraid I’d take half his fortune, since he was the one at fault. After all, we had signed a prenuptial property division agreement.
Such scheming… it stunned me.
Time with my cousins was drawing near.
Weighing the options, I bit down hard and swallowed my pride.
“Fine. I agree to walk away with nothing.”